Tuesday, 2:11 am
Y/n pov : (?)

"They're getting closer! Corri, idiota!" (Run, you idiot!) Was what I heard by a familiar voice... my brother. He was screaming to his fellow soldier comrades, as the city I lived in got attacked by Russian men.

I couldn't see anything, all I saw was smoke and blood. A lot of blood.

My vision became a tiny bit cleared when I saw my brother's shocked face when he saw me. "Y/n?! What're you doing here??" I wasn't that good at English, but was still able to form somewhat of a sentence. "I.. don't know, Papà told me to come here.." I mean trying to speak correctly at 9 years old in a foreign language, is quite hard...

I heard more shouting. Then my brother spoke again. "Merda.. Devo andare. Stay here." (Shit... I have to go) He quickly ran back to the other soliders and I was left alone again.

As time passed, it got more quiet and there was less smoke, so i could see a bit more. But i still saw no sign of my older brother... *Devo cercarlo..!* (i need to search for him..!) I climbed though the now ruins of the beautiful buildings of the city I lived in, Genoa. It's a beautiful city right next to the Ligurian Sea. I loved living there, but at the same time I hated it.

Why? My parents. They couldn't take care of me as normal parents. They didn't care. Only my brother did. He loved me so much... But, all good things come to an end, right..?

My brother was a solider in the Italian army. He was called "Hawkeye" I'm sure you can guess who you got your sniper skills from.

Anyway... I was getting closer to some movement under the bricks. Slowly and carefully I checked to see if my brother was there... He was. I ran straight towards him and started crying. "Fratello! Are you alright?!" (Brother!) I kneeled down to him and hugged him. "Non preoccuparti per me.." (Don't worry about me..) He closed his eyes... Barely able to speak... "Y/n, Non correre. Cobattimento. Combatti sempre per la tua vita!" (Y/n, Don't run. Fight. Always fight for your life.) That's it... All I heard from him as he closed his eyes... his body started to get colder by every second.. "No..!" Was all I could form while sobbing hard..

This was my first ever reason to join the military. Revenge. Which I eventually did do, when I turned 17. People made fun of me and so did my parents, saying that a little girl like me can't be in the military... Well, guess who they call Worlds best sniper ? Me, obviously.

As I was thinking, I felt like I saw my brother infront of me... *Wait, was it him?* I ran towards the man, but as I ran he was only getting further away from me.

Heavy breathing...

"Fuck.. This again?" You sat up, realizing it was the same nightmare again.. You've been having it for a few weeks now, and you don't know why. You looked at the time.. *3:24 am, I still have two hours.* You laid back down and waited 'till you saw the sun rising.

Tuesday, 5:31 am
Y/n pov:

I woke up, turning my alarm off. Still anxious remembering the dream I had this morning. But also because I'll be meeting my new crew today, KorTac.

I took a shower and started to pick out a training outfit. I took some baggy camouflage pants, and a black flattering t-shirt.

After getting dressed I quickly grabbed my already packed bag and went outside
only to see..

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